Crawl

Crawl was freed from the bonds of a nature clan that holds various horrors of the plague flight under containment. She was a lost orphan of the plague domain when she was captured - wandering alone with no scales to protect her hide. Her history is muddled and mostly vague, as it can only be sourced from old memories. She was experimented on and later proven to not carry an infectious disease, but rather, a genetic one.

A fellow plague dragon and childhood friend was responsible for her rescue, managing to pull the right strings in the clan to release her.

While crawl appears to be a scabbed, skinless monstrosity of dragon cursed covered in crusted blood, she has as much of a heart and soul as anyone else. Many are afraid of her, and fear she will infect them. She is not welcomed everywhere. But in the dark crevices of the grotto, she has earned her own place in the clan. Doing physical labor mostly... She is rather daft, and uneducated. She cannot read, for she has no sight. But she is placid, and eager to please. She is not bright enough to consider a 'charge', but she seems to have unconsciously taken to serving others as her own. It's all she knows how to do.